My first bites of bánh cuốn were hardly intentional — they came from a banh mi shop tucked in Houston’s Third Ward. I’d been working at a day care, and also a stadium’s parking company, and most of what I ate came from this tiny Vietnamese spot. Several weeks after that he just handed me a bag of boxed bánh cuốn, with separate tins for fish sauce and bean sprouts, alongside an edict: enough. Eating streetside bánh cuốn in the morning, in the hubbub of other diners, over a stool and folding table, is basically a miracle. The thickness of your bánh cuốn might vary from restaurant to restaurant, and also your fillings, but you’ll still find yourself won over from iteration to iteration.

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